and cuts you in the street if you wear a 
shabby coat. That’s the friendship (it is a uauguwr, was —- found him8e ]f explaining and course of action. He bad observed as he 
libel on the name) of nine fellows out of ten. these parts, s«Sug to the young girl as if he had descended the hill a small clump of stunted 
*1£ £*' US?. ‘L*. 22T_2: ’ S » wLk Lu half a guinea a thorn hushes, the shelter of rvhich U was hU 
that “ Miss Lilian Wrasse, the parson s other a handsome ai 
daughter, was reckoned the finest girl in | fascinating manners, 
these Darts, and very kind to everybody, and I Reginald found h 
other a handsome and clever young man of on her pursuer, and to Reginald to take in 
fMoinnlimr manners. the whole situation and determine upon his 
in friendship us in love, one should suffice. 
I’ll owe no divided allegiance.” 
Bertie looked gratified, but said nothing. 
“ And so," continued Reginald, when the i 
Thunderbolt weighs anchor I'm off to Wales, 
or some other picturesque locality. Down, 
Brutus, down 1” he said to a large white cat 
who had jumped on his knee, and was en¬ 
deavoring to make a plaything of his meer¬ 
schaum. 
Bertie laughed. 
“ How you spoil that cat, Reggie.” 
“Got a passion for cals ; shall put him in 
a picture some day, 1 with a hey diddle did¬ 
dle, the cat and the fiddle,’ etc. I wonder 
Landseer never took the nursery rhymes for 
a subject; there’s the little dog, aud the 
cow-” 
“ Landseer is not great at cows." 
“ He’s great at everything, sir.” 
“ Well, as you please. What’s to be your 
own subject for next season?" 
“ The meeting of Henry VIII. and Anne 
Boleyn.” 
"Ob, oh! we aim at being historical in 
style ; we are ambitious, it seems.” 
“ Yes, we are.” 
“ Go on.” 
“ I mean to swell out your figure, and 
make you Henry.” 
" Much obliged, I’m sure.” 
“ Oil, he wasn’t so very bloated when he 
met Anne first,” laughed Reginald. " His¬ 
tory often lies." 
“ Does it, indeed ?” 
“ And he had a noble presence; and by 
some was thought a model of manly beauty.” 
“ Shows their taste, then, if I am to sit for 
him.” 
“ I shall make a Sir Thomas Wyatt of 
myself." 
“ Ah, you do look sweet and sentimental 
with Uiose lustrous dark eyes.” 
“ Get out I” 
“ Not a bit of it.” 
“ But now comes the dilemma. I can’t find 
a model that at all comes up to my notion 
of the fair Anne.” 
“ Misericorde ! Hamlet with the Prince 
of Deumark omitted!” 
"Just so. I fear I shall have to abandon 
the subject and choose uuother.” 
“ Wouldn’t Lelia Davenant do ?” asked 
Bertie, with just the suspicion of a blush 
coloring his bronzed cheek. 
“ Lelia Davenant 1 Anne Boleyn didn’t 
squint." 
" Neither does Miss Davenant 1" cried 
Bertie, indignantly. 
Regiuald Ashe looked at him curiously. 
" Oh, the laud lies in that direction, does 
it?” 
“ Nonsense, Reggie ! as if 1 shouldn’t 
have told you if it did ! What secrets have 
I from you, dear old fellow ?" 
Reginald was touched. 
“ Well, you’ll tell me when you lose your 
heart, then ?” 
" Of course 1 will—and you ?” 
“ To be sure I will.” 
“ It is a mutual bargain ?” 
“ It is.” 
" Shake hands on it, then.” 
Bertie rose. 
“ I shall see you once more before I sail. 
Reggie; I shall look in on Saturday. I go 
to Portsmouth on Monday. You’ll give me 
a farewell supper won’t you ?" 
“ Yes, yes, of course," said the other, in a 
voice not quite steady, and with something 
very like dew in his eyes. 
“ Good-by, then, dear old fellow 1" 
And with a cordial grasp of both hands 
that was uext door to a positive embrace, 
these two young men, who did not consider 
it at all effeminate to feel and show affection 
for each other, parted. 
" Oh,” sighed Reginald, when the door 
had closed behind his friend, “ how I shall 
miss him 1 Well, he’ll be back uext year. 
Meanwhile I must work. Aud now to find 
a model for my Anne.” 
Early in July Regiuald Ashe was com¬ 
fortably established in very pretty apart¬ 
ments in the cottage of a highly respectable 
widow in one of the most picturesque locali¬ 
ties of North Wales. Here he sat to work 
in earnest on his " great picture," as, with 
all the fondness of a young artist, he termed 
the work which he hoped would make him 
famous the coming spring. He had so far 
advanced with the painting that it was im¬ 
possible to put off any longer the sketching 
in of the principal figure; and he resolved, 
since he could find no model to his taste, to 
trust to his creative fancy alone for the por¬ 
traiture of the lovely and ill-fated Anne. 
Reginald had greatly flattered his landlady’s 
vanity by introducing her to his canvas in 
the quality of one of the attendants on 
Catharine of Arragon; and the consequence 
was that the wortiiy soul took intense inter- 
Reginald, who was just setting out on his 
usual morning's excursion, and had all his 
sketching paraphernalia siting across his 
shoulder, smiled at this, and said : 
“ No, no, Mia. Crupe ; perhaps some good 
fairy may send me a real flesh-ancl-blood 
Anne during my mountain ramble; and if 
not, 1 must trust to my ideal.” 
The day was splendid, although as intense¬ 
ly hot as it usually is iu the month of July. 
A blue heat-mist overhung the purple hill¬ 
tops, and seemed, like Uie veil of beauty, to 
wish to hide their glories from the heather 
land below. A wide expanse of moor, glow¬ 
ing crimson with the heath blooms, which 
were already beginning to burst into blos¬ 
som, was dotted here and there with flocks 
of the diminutive mountain sheep and herds 
of shaggy black aud dun cattle, at once sul¬ 
len, picturesque and intractable. The wide¬ 
spread panorama was intersected iu all direc¬ 
tions by winding mountain streams, which 
although running very low on account of 
the extreme heat of the weather, yet retained 
sufficient water in their channels to supply 
the browsing flocks and herds, and to add 
greatly to the beauty of the wild and ex¬ 
quisite picture. The sun not yet fully risen, 
hung, a great globe of gold, over the few 
scattered firs which crowned some of the 
hill tops, and, dispersing ihe mists as he as¬ 
cended, gave promise of a magnificent day. 
The young artist, dashing the hair from 
liis brow, stood gazing on the lovely scene 
with a rapt intensity of gaze and thought 
only known to those hard brain-auci-hand 
been engaged to teach her at half a gumea a 
lesson. He ran through the gamut of " out¬ 
line,” " tone,” “light,” "coloring,” and “chi* 
aro-oscuro,” with glib proficiency. Nor did 
his fair pupil appear by any means loth to 
learn. It must be said ill her excuse (if any 
of our bewitching town-bred ladies who read 
this pronounce her a “bold thiug,") that Bel- 
gi avian etiquette has not as yet been intro¬ 
duced into the Welsh mountains—aud long 
may it be ere it is so. Lilian Wrasse (for it 
was the rector's daughter) was speakiugtoa 
object to gain. And accordingly, having 
reached Lilian and taken her hand, he half 
urged, half dragged the terrified girl till 
they were both safely ensconced behind this 
friendly shelter. It was not too soon, for 
they bad barely reached the bushes when 
their vicious little enemy was upon them. 
Now the bushes, seven in number, formed a 
clump, round which it was impossible, so 
long as Reginald and Lilian kept moving, 
for the bull to catch them. Accordingly 
stranger without an introduction, it is true; they dodged round and round the clump, 
but then a mutual love for art drew them to- until the young girl, aick, terrified and giddy, 
getlier, and the young lady spoke and acted was on the point of fainting. The bull, noth¬ 
in every way us only a true gentlewoman ing daunted, in spite of several severe blows 
can do. 
Meanwhile, having finished his own sketch, 
the artist, wasexamining that of Miss Wrasse, 
and pointing out to her in wlmt respects it 
was deficient It was a crude affair, as might 
have been expected from an untaught hand; 
but rude as it. was, it nevertheless bore evi¬ 
dence within it of true artistic instincts. Lil¬ 
ian was pleased with the artist’s approba¬ 
tion of what was good in her sketch, tem¬ 
pered as it was by honest censure of that 
which was bad. 
" I like to be told my faults,” she said. 
“ Papa says my drawing is perfection ; but 
I know, I feel it is not. Ob, thank you for 
telling me." 
Reginald was amused, yet pleased. IIow 
different was this unsophisticated girl from 
his fair London acquaintances, with whom, 
to question the perfection of anything they 
did, was to put one’s self under the ban of 
on his muzzle from the artist’s trestles, con¬ 
tinued to walk round and round the trees 
with all the spiteful malignity of a cat who 
has a mouse in view which she knows can¬ 
not escape her; when it suddenly occurred 
to Reginald that, were the cause of his anger 
removed the bull might become more man¬ 
ageable. Accordingly, Lilian, with the help 
of the young man, removed the obnoxious 
scarf, which Reginald rolled up and conceal¬ 
ed in his pocket. No sooner was the object 
of his hatred removed than the savage little 
animal stared stupidly at the pair as if de¬ 
sirous of some fresh provocation, and then, 
balked of bis intended assault on the detest¬ 
ed color, gave a snort of indignation and 
trotted back to rejoin the herd. 
wral jlflpixs, 
DOMESTIC LITE IN NOE WAY. 
As a general tiling the Norwegian peasants, 
both men and women, retire to rest without 
undressing, merely removing their heavy 
wadmel, or sheepskin jackets, and sometimes 
the wooled worsted nightcap which forms 
the usual covering for the head. I often 
entered a Norwegian sater, or farm, in the 
middle of night, and the occupants of the 
bed—or the best bed, if there were several— 
would immediately vacate it and offer it to 
the guest, themselves retiring to continue 
their broken rest iu the barn or on the floor. 
On entering a Norwegian country house the 
visitor will observe a number of wooden 
boxes, of all sizes, placed all round the room, 
and serving, in many instances, also as tables, 
chairs, sofas, bedsteads, etc. They are all 
painted iu gay and glaring colors; a red 
ground, with blue and yellow stripes, aud 
bouquets ip green aud pink, seem to be the 
favorite designs. On each is painted, in 
large letters, the name of the maker aud pro¬ 
prietor, as also the date and year of its manu¬ 
facture. This is invariably the case, and 
from these dates it would seem that most of 
these boxes are very ancient and much 
valued heirlooms in a Norwegian family. 
The oldest box I ever saw was in a sater on 
Dooretjeld. It was a tremendous affair— 
fully three feet by six, aud four feet high— 
in which the budeier.or girl in charge of the 
toilers of the great. Babylon to whom it is perpetusil exile from circles polite. 
rarely given to snatch a few hours from the 
turmoil of city existence and commune with 
nature in her own solitudes. He looked 
back at the little rose-bo wered cottage which 
lie bad left a mile behind him, and almost 
felt that he would be content to resign for¬ 
ever tbegolden dream of ambition, and, with 
the friend of his heart and the wife of his 
bosom for companions, pass in this sweet and 
solitary spot a tranquil if not an unambitious 
existence. 
But a moment’s reflection awoke him 
from the dream and recalled bis wundering 
imagination to the realities ot life. 
" I must not lose the fine effects of these 
early mountain mists,” he murmured to him¬ 
self. "To work, O Utopian Alnaschar! 
Dreams of the unattainable balance no 
banker’s book. Ah, well I" 
Then choosing a favorable situation, he 
began the outline of a sketch of sunrise on 
the Welsh mountains. 
The artist’s heart was in the work, and it 
grew under his loving fingers. It was al¬ 
ready half colored, when a soft yet unmis¬ 
takable expression of surprise caused him to 
drop his brush and look hastily around. 
A few yards behind him. stood a young- 
lady. She was of a dazzlingly fair com¬ 
plexion, just in the slightest degree tinged 
by sun-burn, and was rather tall of figure 
than otherwise. Her eyes were large, 
liquid, and of a melting tenderness, their 
color blue. Her small, queenly head, cov¬ 
ered with sunny chesnut braids, was grace¬ 
fully set on a slender white neck. Her smile 
was of surpassing beauty—it lit up her whole 
face ; and her hands and feet were exceed¬ 
ingly small and beautifully proportioned. 
This fair girl, who was apparently about 
twenty years of age, wore a plain white 
dress, with a tartan scarf and sash, and a 
white straw hat simply trimmed with purple 
aud white heath blossoms. She might have 
passed for Ellen, in the " Lady of the Lake.” 
“ Oil, dear, I am sure I beg your pardon!’’ 
said the lady. 
"Anne Boleyn, by Jove” thought the 
gentleman ; but he said, as he glanced at the 
9ketch-boolc she held iu her hand, " Nay, I 
beg yours, if, as I guess, I have occupied 
the place from which you intend to sketch.” 
“ Yes—no—that is—ph, pray do not move," 
“Nobody ever taught, me, you see,” said 
Lilian ; " oil, I should like to have a master 1" 
“ And I should like to be he,” thought 
Reginald. Bui lie did noL say so. He knew 
ihe proprieties. Yet lie was more than half 
in love with the charming Welsh maid al¬ 
ready. A pang shot through his heart us 
he reflected that this chance meeting would 
probably be the last, since he knew not 
who the young lady was. Did a similar re¬ 
flection possibly cross Lillian’s mind ? It is 
not improbable. 
The sun bad bv this time risen high in 
the heavens, and Miss Wrasse hastily pre¬ 
pared to turn her footsteps homeward. 
“ I am so much obliged to you for your 
hiuts," she said, adjusting her red plaid 
scarf; " 1 shall he sure to profit by them.” 
" Ob, do not thank me,” be said, with a 
glow on bis handsome face. “ It has been 
such a pleasure.” Then, unable to resist 
the temptation, be added, " May I not Lope 
we shall meet-” 
But with a graceful bow she turned away 
her blushing face, and was gone. 
The artist stood a few moments watching 
the tall, slight figure, as, with white dress 
fluttering, it slowly descended from the hill- 
slope to the moreknds below. He sighed 
unconsciously as lie thought how often it 
happens thus in life. We meet (in some 
railway carriage, perhaps,) a man whom in¬ 
stinct tells us we could love as a friend, or a 
womau who realizes our day-dream. The 
station is reached, the train stops, and into 
the seething crowd of life vanish both man 
and woman, leaving us with a vague, inde¬ 
finable feeling of " something missing ” 
which we never experienced before. 
But as Reginald Ashe stood watching the 
young girl, (who had certainly not left him 
“ fancy free,”) he observed her suddenly stop, 
with a gesture that betokened somewhat ot 
alarm, and look undecidedly rouud her. Be¬ 
fore the artist —though he strained his gaze 
to the utmost — could discern the reason of 
this, he beheld the young girl turn round 
and retrace her steps toward the spot where 
he stood, looking up to him as she did so, 
and augmenting her pace till it reached a 
positive run. 
But directly all immediate danger was re- sate r, kept all her Sunday wearing apparel, 
moved, the highly-wrought nerves of the change of linen, and fladbrod, fresh butter 
young girl gave way and she fainted. The and 0 j d cheese. It bore the inscription, 
artist laid her geutly and tenderly down on “Gunhilde Olufedotter, A. D., 1711," and was, 
the heather, and proceeded to fill his cap accordingly, more than a century and a half 
with water at one of the many rivulets 0 i d jn these boxes, which serve the pur- 
wliich meandered over the moor. This poses of the bureaux und chiffonieres of less 
done, he mixed with it a small portion of winded (though not by any means more 
brandy from his luncheon flask and bathed civilized) countries, are kept the holiday 
the temples and hands of the insensible girl, dresses, table linen, extra linen and bome- 
Whlle he was so doing he caught sight of 8 p Un cloth, and also the silver spoons and 
two peasants burning turf at no great dis¬ 
tance, and by loud and continued shouts at¬ 
tracted their attention, when they left their 
peat heaps and came towards him. 
“ Lord have mercy on us!” said one of 
them in Welsh (of which the artist fortu¬ 
nately understood a little,) " if it isn’t par¬ 
son's daughter!" 
“ Parson’s daughter 1” exclaimed Regi¬ 
nald, as lie remembered Mrs. Crupe’s obser¬ 
vation that morning. 
Meanwhile Lilian bad slowly come to her¬ 
self, to the great satisfaction of the stolid, 
gaping peasants. 
"She ben’t dead, after all!” said they, in 
chorus. 
“ Oh 1" exclaimed the young girl, holding 
out her hand to Reginald, “ how much I 
owe you, sir! I should have lost my life 
but for you.” 
She could say no more; and the artist, 
not at all desirous of being thanked, in- 
saved-up “ specier ” of the whole family, and 
it must be indeed a grand occasion when any 
of their boxes are opened and their contents 
displayed. 
Hardly a Norwegian farm-house is with¬ 
out an immense old-fashioned loom, upon 
which all the cloth and linen used in the 
family is woven. Tailors and shoemakers 
are unknown in rural Norway, every arti¬ 
cle of wearing apparel being made at home, 
from the raising of the flax and clipping oi 
the sheep, to the last stitch of extra embroid¬ 
ery and the finishing Bpangle of a bridal out¬ 
fit. In a corner of the shelf will be inva¬ 
riably found the tools and utensils for shoe- 
making, which are in steady request during 
the long winter evenings when new shoes 
are made for the whole household, and the 
old worn-out ones repaired. If there is no 
more of this work to be done, carving in 
wood is resorted to to kill time, and in this 
art the Norwegians are wonderfully profl- 
quired if she thought she was strong enough, cient, equaling the peasantry of the Tyrol 
with his assistance, to reach the rectory. 
“ Oh yes," said she, " I feel quite strong 
now.” 
She was, nevertheless, compelled to lean 
pretty heavily on the young man’s arm; 
and perhaps that slow walk and silent tete- 
a-tete did a good deal to precipitate matters. 
Who knows. 
After ibis seasonable service to his daugh¬ 
ter, and consequent claim upon the rector’s 
gratitude, was it not a matter of course that 
an invitation to the rectory should follow ? 
A footiug in the house once obtained, wlmt 
could things do but progress in the usual 
groove? An old philosopher tells us that, 
as fire and tow, so are a young man and wo¬ 
man in the constant neighborhood of each 
other, especially when of similar tastes and 
dispositions. 
Lilian Wrasse did not need much entreaty 
before she consented to sit as the model ior 
Anne Boleyn; and such good use did the 
painter make of his time, that, when the tin- 
and the Black Forest, whose carvings are 
known and for sale all over the world. 
Every man always carries a short knife in 
a sheath attached to his belt, and the wood¬ 
en imudle of this tollekniv is often a perfect 
specimen in the art of beautiful and original 
carving. Wooden spoons, tankards, bowls, 
walking sticks and boxes of all kinds are in 
tins way manufactured, many of which are 
bought as souvenirs by the tourists or sports¬ 
men who visit the country districts.— Letter 
to Evening Post. 
MIXING WITH 8TEANGEES. 
The effect of mixing with new people, 
who have new ideas and new methods of 
thought, is very salutary. Always to see 
the same people, do the same things, feel the 
same way, produces a stagnant condition of 
the mind and heart that is very distressing 
to behold. There are thousands of invalids 
who might be greatly benefited by getting 
as she saw Regiuald Ashij begin putting to- rapidly to the young lady's assistance. 
gether his palette aud brushes. " Mine is no 
sketch ; it is merely a scratch. I was never 
taught. In fact this is my first attempt.” 
But Reginald had risen. 
“Oh, do pray finish your painting,” said 
the young girl. “ I shall be so distressed 1” 
And she really looked so. “ May I glance at 
it?" she asked, timidly. 
" Oh, yes, I shall be most happy,” said 
the young man, looking at her with an art¬ 
ist's eye. 
“ Beautiful 1” cried she. 
“ Beautiful 1” echoed he. 
But the lady meant the sketch, and the 
artist meant the lady. 
It is perfectly wouderful, when people have 
a taste iu common, how quickly they man¬ 
age to make friends over it. Bring two en¬ 
thusiastic musicians, painters or politicians 
•■Good heavens!” exclaimed Reginald away tom home, if only for a short time, 
" what can be the mattei . and he advanced t j lt . flashing touch had also been given to mix with strangers, and be touched with 
rapidly to the young lady’s assistance. He ^ tlie destiny of two lives. lU e magnetism of the great world as it 
had not run twenty yards down the hlll- 
Meeting of Henry VILI. with Anne courses in its accustomed rounds. 
side, with his painting trestles in his hand, I Boleyn ” created a " sensation ” at the Royal lliere are men tal aud moral invalids who 
when an agonized shriek from Lilian made Academy next season, and Reginald Ashe . h change, to get their minds 
... * V . oliiffluc vrmir*ni1i<m^ wil I nli'ftslll’ft thlLT. MS “ 0,0 
him redouble his pace, and at the same mo¬ 
ment he perceived the cause of her alarm. 
A few yards behind the young girl, aud 
following her at a brisk trot, was one of the 
largest of the shaggy black cattle of which 
we have spoken. Although this species are 
of no size as compared with the ordinary 
kinds of cattle, they are often obstinate and 
vicious to a degree, and sufficiently powerful 
to give anybody whom they may attack a 
poor chance of getting away from them 
without either loss of life or damage to limb. 
The Bpiteful little brute was probably at¬ 
tracted by the red portion of Lilian’s scarf, 
for she wore a “ Rob Roy” tartan ; and as 
he followed her he paused a moment to bel- 
ulways remembered with pleasure that his 
search of a model for that unfortunate queen 
had been the cause of his finding a wife. 
Early in the spring the Thunderbolt ar¬ 
rived at Plymouth from her West India 
cruise. Before she had been anchored in the 
Sound twenty-four hours, Regiuald Ashe re¬ 
ceived the following letter: 
"Dear Reggie :—You know my bargain with 
my Damon. Well I Lelia Davenant and I have 
come to an understanding. Be my * beet man.' 
“ Your affectionate Behtie. 
“P. 8.—Hope the picture Is good.” 
To which the lieutenant received the fol¬ 
lowing answer: 
“ Dear Bertie :-Can't. Going to be a bride¬ 
groom myself. Let's be married same place and 
day. Who do you think I’m going to marry I* 
Why, Anne Boleyn 1 
•'Your affectionate Reginald. 
»• p. S.—The picture is superb! ” 
Arragon; anu me consequence tliusiastic musicians, paiuters or politicians lie iouoweu uer nu pauseu a mouieui lo uci- -r.me picture « »ui»orui simmers, ai is iwilu hu-v ~ 
wortiiy soul took intense inter- together for tbe first time, and in half an low wrathfully and to toss.his shaggy black And married at the same place and on the that fortune is like the skies iu the mon 
aiming and believed she was hour they will be as intimate as if they had head, in which his evil little eyes twinkled ith ^the affection April, sometimes cloudy, and sometiuiesc 
est in the painting and believed she was hour they will be as intimate as if 
destined to be immortalized on the walls of known each other all their lives. 
and hearts enlarged, and let in a little more 
of the great light of life. Outside influences 
are very valuable to those who at home 
have beeu well trained by healthful influ¬ 
ences in early youth, so that they can avoid 
the snares and pitfalls into which those who 
go blindly often fall. 
-- ■ 
Good Advice. —Don’t be discouraged a 
occasionally you slip down by the way, and 
others tread on you a little. Iu other words, 
don’t let a failure or two dishearten you; ac¬ 
cidents will happen, miscalculations w' 
sometimes be made, things will turn out ' 
ferently to our expectations, and we may e 
sufferers. It is worth while to re uie m jer 
It is no I r out a forest of hair like those of a 
father, fully sympathizing with the affection 11 
of the two friends, came up to London on and favorable. 
the Royal Academy. But Mrs. Crupe, good wonder, then, that the acquaintanceship -;o- demon. Fortunately this deliberate gloat- p Ur p OSe . Aud two happier alliances were t an’s true charac- 
woman, had no notion of a poet’s or painter’s greases rapidly when on the one s ? there is ing over a prospect of the immolation of a never formed than on the day when the L* 1 you wou - ow a m 
idea of Anne Boleyn, and could only say an intelligent and beautiful il, and on the victim gave Lilian time to gain considerably artist married his model. ter, see him in is ami y. 
